Jason: There has been a huge amount of worry over the conversation that Edward and Bella had in the last chapter. The reason we explained about Edward wearing a condom was so that you'd know Bella wouldn't get pregnant.

Ori: There is a chance that she could get pregnant. But it's not going to happen.

Jason: We just thought we should explain that. Sorry about the confusion.

Ori: So now that's all cleared up, we have something to tell you wonderful people! I was finally able to convince Jason to get a FF account so this story is also posted on his profile. His username is xXxJasonxXx (cuz he's not as creative as I am lol).

Jason: So if you want to know about me then you can go over to my new profile! I haven't got any stories of my own yet but they will probably be up soon. And I happen to like my username, thank you, Ori.

Ori: Aw, babe, I was just kidding. You know I love your penname. *kiss*

Edward Cullen

After we left the sauna, I made sure to get her a glass of water. The last thing I wanted was for her to get dehydrated. I decided to shower quickly and go to bed. My body was tired but my mind wouldn't rest. I kept seeing her going down on me, sucking on the head of my dick. Finally though, I was able to sleep.

I woke up early that morning, around four am since I couldn't sleep, and spent an hour in the gym. I worked out until my muscles were sore and sweat covered my body. But my mind wasn't on the work out. I was trying to untangle the thick web of my thoughts. I knew I loved this woman. I had loved her before we actually met. I wasn't proud of my obsession with her but I probably knew more about her than she did. At least, I knew the bare facts.

I showered quickly and dressed in only boxers and a pair of pants. I thought about how she would look coming to breakfast naked.

My Isabella, my Bella. I tested the name on my tongue. I couldn't say I didn't like it. Bella. I smiled to myself. Maybe I could call her by the nickname soon.

When I got to the kitchen, it was 5:40. I didn't know when she would come. All I had told her was to come early. I decided on making blueberry muffins, eggs, and toast. I hoped she would come before they got cold.

A little while later I heard two feet slowly step across the hardwood floor. She was here. And it was 6:12. Perfect.

"Thank you for joining me today." I hesitated, then added "Bella."

I glanced up to see her standing, naked, in the kitchen with wide eyes. I hid my smirk at her reaction. Then my eyes traveled down her body and I tried to ignore the way the sight of her made my cock twitch.

The weak morning sun fell over her pale skin, making it seem even whiter than it usually was. Her chocolate hair was blow-dried and hung down her back in thick silky tresses. Her breasts were round and plump, the nipples dark pink and erect, just begging for me to suck them. My eyes continued their journey south, down her flat stomach to the hairless pussy that was oh-so-tight. Suddenly, I wasn't hungry for food anymore.

"That smells wonderful," she said quietly, breaking me out of my lustful thoughts.

I began setting the food onto the bar. "I'm glad you approve. I hope you're hungry."

She nodded, crossing her arms self-consciously over her breasts, trying to cover her naked body. Watching her feeling so uncomfortable made me guilty. I hadn't asked her if she wanted to come to breakfast naked and if I had then she would have said no. I was selfish and uncaring. As we sat down at the bar to eat, I felt a nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach. She wasn't comfortable and I couldn't blame her. Finally, I stood up and walked out of the kitchen to my bedroom. I yanked one of my shirts out of the closet and returned.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

I walked up to her and held out the dark blue button-up shirt. She looked at it then back at me, confused.

"I was selfish and callous," I began, unused to the guilt. "You are obviously uncomfortable and it's my fault. I would like you to wear this. That is, if you want to."

Her large doe-like eyes stared into mine, a smile beginning to spread over her features. "Thank you, Edward." She gently took the shirt from me and pulled it on, starting to do the buttons.

"Let me," I offered, simply wanting a logical excuse to touch her.

Her breathing deepened as I slowly buttoned her shirt. I let my fingers skim over her breasts and stomach, and she bit back a moan.

Satisfied, I returned to my plate of food.

During the whole meal, I was fighting the desire to bend her over that stool and just take her. She was only a foot away from me, naked except for the blue shirt that went so well with her skin. She crossed her legs and I was nearly wild with the need to tongue fuck her, to cock fuck her.

Then she spread her legs slightly so that she could curl her feet around the stool legs. I glanced down and was lost.

I pushed my plate away, standing up, and turned her stool towards me. She dropped her fork, startled, as I leaned both hands on the bar behind her, on either side of her body. My lips devoured hers.

I wondered what would happen if she'd had food in her mouth at that moment. But I couldn't think about that except to be grateful that it wasn't true. She moaned into the kiss, her hands moving across the planes of my chest, each muscle tensing as she touched it. I growled, delving my hands into her hair, holding her face to mine. Everything she did only fueled the fire within me.

"Oh fuck," I hissed when she squeezed my crotch through my pants. I nearly passed out from the pleasure and lust raging through my body. I pushed the stool so that her back was against the edge of the bar. I took her thighs in my hands, spreading her for me.

And there she was, red and aching for my touch.

Then I buried my face in her pussy.

She cried out, arching off the stool, her hips pushing towards me. Shit, she tasted fucking perfect. I plunged my tongue deeply into her, curling it so that I scooped out her juices that now flowed from her cunt. The liquid was a transparent clear-white and dazzled my taste buds. My pants were now too tight. Her body trembled as I bit her clit, then licked the liquid that her body offered me.

I ran my tongue down the outside of her pussy lips, teasing her. I wanted her to be a sweating, writhing mess. Moving my tongue inside her core so that I stimulated her walls, I made sure that she felt me along every inch of her cunt.

She gripped the edge of the stool, her knuckles white and her arms quivering. Her head was thrown back, her face contorted in ecstasy. She was biting her bottom lip, the color draining to a pale white. My hands squeezed her thighs as I pushed them open.

"Stay still," I ordered, moving my hands so that they cupped her ass. I lifted her ass off the stool and angled her so that it was easier to get deeper inside her.

I bit her folds, pulling gently on each one. She moaned, her feet tight around the legs of the stool. I blew hot air into her dripping core and she jumped, moaning.

"Oh shit, Edward," she cried out. Her chest was heaving as she panted. "Oh fucking shit."

Fuck, I wanted her to scream my name.

Placing my mouth directly over her cunt, I sucked hard.

"Ohhhh," she gasped, arching. Her hands gripped my hair tightly, almost painfully, and dug into my scalp.

Pulling my face away from her soaking core, I looked up to see that Isabella's eyes were clenched shut and she was almost falling off the side of the stool. She had been close to cumming, so close that her knuckles were paper white as they held the edge of the stool.

"No, Edward," she moaned. "Don't leave." Her voice was weak with desire and unsatisfied need.

I stood up and took her hands in my own. Then I spread them so that they were out from her body in a T formation. "Don't move." My voice was low and gruff with my unmasked need. Her eyes fluttered open and she concentrated on focusing those chocolate orbs on me.

"Please," she whimpered. "Don't stop."

I placed a hand over her mouth. "I won't. But right now I'm thirsty." I intentionally made my voice low and provocative. I hoped it sent a low shock through every nerve in her body, starting in that delicious cherry-red pussy.

I walked to the refrigerator, never taking my eyes off her. I couldn't deny how the sight of her in my shirt made me react. I fucking loved it. Her eyes were wide with disbelief as I simply left her to go get something to drink. Oh, Bella, I thought, using the nickname once again, I'm not finished with you yet. I was going to have my way with her so many different ways on that stool and counter that she wouldn't know which way was up.

Taking a can of lemonade – one of my guilty pleasures – out of the refrigerator, I popped the top, the metal making a snapping sound as it opened. She jumped at the sound, startled.

"What did I ask you to do?" My voice was firm but gentle enough that she didn't get scared.

"To stay still," she murmured, her voice faltering.

"That's right. Now don't move."

I took a long drink from the can. I wasn't really thirsty, I just wanted to prolong her pleasure. I wanted to increase the force by which her orgasm would hit her. Knowing that the pent up pleasure in her would almost be pain right now, I took another long drink before setting the can on the counter. I made sure that I didn't look at her while I was doing this. Her breathing was loud and labored; I hid the satisfied smirk of pride that threatened to break the charade.

"Are you thirsty, Bella?" I asked. I loved the way her name sounded on my lips. It was so much more intimate than "Isabella". Now I looked at her.

Those large chocolate eyes stared up at me, wide with anticipation. She watched me, her breathing accelerating with each move that I made towards her. Slowly, I began to walk towards her from the refrigerator.

"Or maybe you're hungry," I purred, now standing in front of her. When I spoke that word, I let my hand brush up her thigh.

She moaned deeply and clutched the edge of the bar tightly in her hands. Her hips lifted gently towards mine, aching to be paid attention to. But she still had my shirt on. I wanted to see her naked and at my mercy. Then I ripped her shirt open, exposing her pale, perfect breasts to my eyes.

She gasped, her eyes snapping open in shock as buttons from the shirt went flying. She arched off the bar, her eyes closing.

"Look at you." I made sure not to touch her, to heighten her anticipation and the pleasure, when it came. "Loving it when I ruin clothes. You're a bad girl, Isabella Swan, and you need to be punished." I placed my palms on her thighs, simply allowing them to rest. Her skin was scorching hot, and I felt drawn like a moth to her flame.

"Fuck," she hissed.

I drew my hands up her thighs, allowing my fingers to dip between her legs to play with her lips. I increased my pressure and roughness until she was screaming, begging me.

"Look at me."

Her eyes fluttered as she struggled to obey. I waited until she could see me when I licked my fingers, cleaning her juices off my digits. Another moan filled the kitchen.

I was so fucking hard. My cock strained against my pants, painful from the need to punish her like I promised.

"Do you want me to punish you?" I asked, slowly unbuckling my belt.

Her eyes zeroed in on my hands as I undid my pants. The chocolate eyes widened. She whimpered.

"Answer me."

"Yes," she breathed.

"Then be prepared because you've been a very bad girl," I growled, letting my dick spring out of the confines of my pants. My cock was hot to the touch and throbbing. Taking her waist in my hands, I lifted her onto the bar, the granite countertop under her flawless skin.

She gasped and arched.

Her cunt was now on the same level as my dick. I took a condom out of my pocket, ripped the package, and slid it onto my hard member. With her waist still in my hands, I yanked her towards me, positioned the tip of my cock at her entrance, and thrust into her.

Her scream surrounded us, changing the kitchen from food oriented to sex oriented. I gritted my teeth and clenched my eyes shut; ecstasy shrieked through my system, attacking my every nerve.

"Oh God, Edward," she cried out, writhing on the countertop.

Her walls tightened around my dick. I pulled out of her completely, not even allowing the head to stay in, before plunging deeply into her again.

But it wasn't enough.

I needed to go deeper.

Roughly moving her legs, I positioned them so that they were crossed over my chest – Indian style I'd heard it called once. "Keep your legs like this," I commanded. Then I took her hips once more in my hands and slammed into her again.

Holy.

Fucking.

Shit.

"Oh FUCK!" she screamed, arching off the bar. She didn't have a single thing to hold onto as I fucked her tight little soaking wet pussy. I groaned. I would have never imagined that anyone could make me feel this way. It wasn't just physical, though that was the dominant part. I knew I cared for this woman. Whether I wanted to or not, I wouldn't be able to give her up when it was time for her to leave.

I had dreamed about her for so long, had wanted her so much, and now that I was finally able to have her . . . it was too good to be true.

I had unconsciously been quickening my pace, thrusting in and out of her so fast that the pace was nearly dizzying.

Her nails scoured my chest. I stood fucking her while she lay on the bar, writhing and sweating. She had already climaxed once before but that wasn't sufficient for me.

"Cum for me, Bella," I growled, plunging viciously into her.

"Holy shit!" she shrieked.

I slammed into her, fucking loving the music of her screams. I couldn't get enough of her. She lit fires inside my body and heart and I knew the dangerous truth – I was desperately and helplessly in love with her.

With one more thrust into her, she screamed, her walls holding my dick in a vice-like grip, taking me along with her as she came. I growled and released into the condom, stilling inside her.

I wanted my memory to be forever imprinted in her brain.

After I could think straight again, I pulled out of her, disposing of the used condom in the trash. I got a washcloth and dampened it with warm water. I felt guilty for neglecting her so far. I kept fucking her and leaving her. Well, this was the last time that would happen. I pressed the warm, almost hot, cloth to her core.

Startled, she stiffened, then relaxed. I held it in place for a long moment before rubbing her gently.

A tiny moan escaped her mouth.

I smirked. That hadn't been the reaction I was looking for, but I wasn't going to complain. After another minute, I put the cloth in the hamper that was in my bedroom.

"Are you alright?" I asked, touching her arm. She looked up at me and smiled.

"Of course."

I hesitated. "I have some plans for us today; I want to take you out somewhere. But if you don't feel up to it then it's okay."

She managed to sit up, her wide eyes gentle and understanding. "I feel wonderful, Edward. What did you have planned?"

I couldn't help but smile. "Silly Bella, it's a surprise." I grinned and pushed a tangled lock of her hair from her face. "If you really want to go with me, then be back in the kitchen at nine. I want to get a head start."

The smile that lit her face made my heart clench tightly. I felt strangely proud for having made her smile. I was glad that I could make her happy. I remembered what I had thought before. I was helplessly in love with her, dangerously in love. She left to go change, those slender legs wobbling slightly.

I wanted our time together today to be more than just about sex. I know I was supposed to keep her at a distance, but I couldn't help it. As long as I didn't divulge any information, I was safe.

Jason: What's going to happen today? Well, I guess you'll have to wait to find out! lol.

Ori: So . . . this actually came from a dream I had. *blushes* So yeah.

Jason: And people say that I have horny dreams! Just look at what my girl comes up with *winks* And I have a poll on my profile about who is your favorite author in this story. Be sure to vote for me!

Ori: Aw, what about me?

Jason: I love you so that's all you need to worry about, babe. *winks*

Ori: Well, THAT was sure helpful. *rolls eyes*

Jason: You're so cute when you're sarcastic. It's kind of a turn on . . .